There was a time where Ghanaian men wanted to marry only virgins. Now, there are songs like
Ashawo maame
wo ara na me do wo
Whore mama
You're the only one I love.
wo ara na me do wo
Whore mama
You're the only one I love.
The song goes on to describe what the man feels sliding into her, how she feels like tuo za fi, a dish eaten by people of northern Ghana, a slippery soft mush eaten with okra soup. What a long we've come. Now, an intelligent woman has no qualms about selling her virginity. I can't help feeling a profound sadness. Whatever happened to love?
Here's the song, titled "Rakia", the object of the songwriter's love:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Svns8BMSIhU